Today's poem is by Charles O. Hartman

Autumn Ordinance
       

Just as, when you keep watch
on the ground ahead of where your boots
kick up the leaves, the path
goes vague and blurred, while

if you lift your eyes the far
reach of the trail comes lucid
as map; so when you look
at tomorrow through next year,

the way, otherwise
so tangled and burdensome,
clears. And if the leaves
are, as they likely are,

fallen from the trees around you,
then you get to look
deeper into things
than spring allowed.

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Copyright © 2024 Charles O. Hartman All rights reserved
from Downfall of the Straight Line
Arrowsmith Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission